Sunday, September 27, 2009

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I lay,
He came
The mask slipped
Unabashedly cried.
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Mamta Agarwal
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Meggie Gultiano 18 October 2009

This is a very touching scene you vividly painted..Lovely words..I will never forget this.

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Sandra Fowler 04 October 2009

A moment in time-warm, luminous and unforgettable. I am glad that your tears become laughter. You will remember that song you sang together. Lovely write, Mamta. Wishing you all things bright and beautiful, Sandra

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Vidi Writes 04 October 2009

Slipped masks - darwn attention A covet for the warmth of those hand - fulfilled Lucky... you are... dear poet, Or i should say.. you 'Deserve' it. I call it coming out of that inner zone Where one clings to placate But the real comfort is to Come out and hold that lending hands. Gracious the dipiction... One to offer and the other to greet.

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Rakesh Bedi 27 September 2009

A beautiful narrative, mamta; quite impressive and expressing the tenderness of relation and the concerned emotions....thanks for sharing.....

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